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Willowbud gulped her affirmation, cumshot in her mouth an ocean of guilt in her eyes. But she was confessing to crimes she never committed, for this thing, this wretch was incapable of anything as brazen as murder. She was innocent, but I still found my reason to hate her. Cowardice. The same cowardice that I saw snatch in myself, and we always hate in others what we detest the most in ourselves. I backhanded my cousin across the face, and her head pussy whipped to the side. She cried out, but she didn’t attempt to fight back. She didn’t even cum attempt to run away. I hit her again, twisting her head tits the other way, and still, she only cried out, her cheeks red with my strikes, a trickle of blood running from the corner of a trembling lip. “I should’ve killed you.” I growled, grabbing her horns and forcing her face to mine, “I had so many chances to do it, but I kept giving you chances instead!” “I’m sorry!” Willowbud blubbered. “Sorry?!” I laughed, “Is that all you can say?! Where’s Night Eyes, Willowbud? I miss her already!” I roughly pressed my cousin’s head into the ash, raised myself atop her, and dragged my crotch over her mouth. My lustful instincts married with my hot wrath, my desire to humiliate and debase mingled with my need for release. I grabbed Willowbud by the horns, and forced her face to tilt, savoring the confusion, fear, and sorrow mingling her bugling eyes. I smeared my leaking lips over quivering ones, and smirked when her tongue compliantly did as I demanded. She pushed inside me, her wet member writhing frantically, desperate to please, desperate to avoid my punishment. Cowardly, docile, subservient; just like I had been. “Slave.” I sneered as I gyrated, hunching my shoulders over her, staring down from my curtain of black hair as she stared back, dutifully sucking from my folds. Her nose pressed into my hood, the clit engorging and teasing the tip of her wetted snout. “This is what you made me do, Cousin! ” I hissed, “I hope you enjoy it as much as I did!” Willowbud mewled a muffled tone, her muzzle glistening with my secretion as I rode her face. Her hands stayed at her sides, but I could tell by the smell of her that she was aroused; aroused and terrified. “You can fuck yourself, whore! ” I snarled, “Your Mistress give you permission!” And she did, almost confusedly so, as though her hands were acting against her will. Her hips rocked from side to side as I grinded front and back, the ash sticking to my glistening form. “Do you want to eat Mistress’s dirty shithole?” I growled, and not waiting for an answer, I angled my pelvis forward, swallowing Willowbud’s nose between my blushing, leaking folds, and silencing any protest she might’ve mouth ful said with my winking star. Her lips compliantly wrapped around me, and her tongue pushed through the aperture, wetly dilating it, before writhing inwardly as she had done in my cunt, trying her damndest to please me, trying to keep my wrath at bay. I was shocked by the nudity of the women. Fill up my ass!!" “Just wait, I’ll see you again.” "It's going to be okay," Morgan tits said quietly. I thought that was the best until I felt Jason snatch slid his hand under the blanket. “You’re not going to cum. Next Day at School She looks up at me and her chin drops. She lived with a brother who tried to shake her away with increasing desperation, but according to her, he thought the world of her. A tattoo of barbed wires laced through the eye sockets mouth ful of a chain of skulls ran up the side of his neck. And he got an acknowledgement from his mother right away. ‘So how may I help you today?’ I asked. The head popped in again and he began pumping at it. So pull your tampon out, and let's get going," As excited as Chris pussy was at the time, it didn’t take long for him to speed up his anal-thrusting, until finally, his pelvic bone was slapping up hard against my buttocks on each quick inward thrust, cumshot in her mouth and cum making quite a bit of noise. They practice a lot during lunch.” Each thrust eliciting a tiny cry from Misty.